The little demons at present can be said to be reborn and have little threat. But outside, the life of the demon is extremely long, especially the super strong man who has achieved success in cultivation. How can he live for hundreds of thousands of years be comparable to the little demon?

Time passes by every day of hunting, practicing, flying to higher cliffs.

Monotonous, bloody, but extremely exciting!

The little demons gradually grow into demon warriors in their daily killings. This level does not require evolution. Through a large amount of killing, they can master the viciousness, ruthlessness, skills, physical strength, experience, etc. that must be possessed by a warrior.

Finally, the last day came. When the blood moon rose to the middle of the sky, the more than two million surviving demon warriors flew happily and desperately, flying over the knife-like cliffs like birds, rolling and magnificent demon land appeared in front of them, cheering and resounding over the Demon Canyon.

At this moment, all the hardships suffered were covered by endless happiness.

Zhao Hu stood quietly on the edge of the demon group. At this moment, no one asked him to take revenge. The demons who had been unable to escape from the sea of ​​demons after life and death were used to life and death under continuous killings. Whoever had no blood stained with his hands was for survival and had to do it. According to the demon memory, in the outside world, there were barbecue, wine, and beautiful witches, which made the demon warriors who escaped from purgatory and had enough flesh and blood look forward to it.

Under the Wanren Canyon, the sound of a cold wind roaring like a huge wave slashing was faintly transmitted. The birth season has passed. The bone-eroded wind that can blow away the bones of the god-level powerful people in the sea of ​​demons under the canyon rolls up huge waves and rages on the sea.

Suddenly, Zhao Hu felt a huge danger approaching quickly, and he subconsciously flew in the opposite direction. He did not remind anyone that in just one month, he had grown into a fallen angel warrior and saw death and killing. Every little demon flew up with the flesh and blood of the same kind. The tragic scenes made him become steel and his heart was as firm as iron!

That dangerous breath made him breathless, which shows how terrible it was!

"roar!"

A shocking dragon roar suddenly came from the sky. In the depths of the black fog, the wind and clouds were turbulent. A level 5 black dragon with wings that were fifteen meters long was like a meteor falling from the sky, flying down into the black demon crowd. The overwhelming dragon power made people breathless!

"ah……"

The chaotic screams resounded throughout the earth, and more than two million demon warriors fled in panic like a group of explosions, and they were in chaos!

call!

A long dragon breath flashed with the ray of flames, spurted out from the black dragon's mouth, and slashed fiercely on the ground, smashing a deep pit hundreds of meters into a deep pit. All the demon warriors who were affected, their bones and flesh turned into a bunch of flesh and blood and bloomed on the black earth.

"Escape quickly..."

The power of the level five black dragon scared the millions of little demons who had just been promoted to the first-level demon warrior so much that they were out of possession and scattered into birds and beasts.

The fifth-level black dragon roared proudly, swayed its thick dragon wings, soared upwards, flew into the black fog and disappeared!

In the Demon World, do you need a reason to kill people? Maybe the black dragon was unhappy when he saw so many demon warriors and spit out casually to establish his authority!

Zhao Huyao looked at the disappearing sky of the Black Dragon, shocked by its power, and realized that there was no place in the demonic world that was a nest of comfort unless he mastered more powerful power.

Killing or being killed is no different from the survival rules of the Demon Sea. The only difference is that it has a stricter division of power system and sphere of influence.

There was silence everywhere, and the Grand Canyon of the Sea of ​​Demons, which was cheering just now, was suddenly seen by the black dragon. In an instant, people were rare. More than two million demon warriors escaped without a trace.

Zhao Hu stood on the edge of the Grand Canyon and looked down silently. In the depths of the clouds and mist, the sound of raging wind and waves came from the sound of raging wind and waves. He shook his head, turned around and walked towards the demon world, away from the mysterious source of life.

The sky in the demon world is always gray and thick black fog is everywhere. The blood rays sprinkled by the blood moon. Looking around, a chaotic black and red smoke is as terrifying as the blood of a demon.

Zhao Hu wandered alone on the black earth, as if he was the only one left between heaven and earth, looking so lonely!

In the distance, the light of a lantern like a ghost fire shines in the forest!

Zhao Hu was excited and the demon's wings stretched out, flew dozens of meters above the ground, and flew towards the light.

A moment later, a lonely stone building appeared in front of me, with a magic lantern hanging from the door hanging from the door, swaying left and right with the night wind. The noise inside the house was filled with people, like a carnival party, and the choking smells and noisy sounds echoed in the night sky.

Zhao Hufei landed at the door, pushed the door open, and glanced at him. He saw thousands of demons gathering in the stone house. Most of them were newcomers who had just flew up from the Devil's Canyon. He held a large glass of ale, chewing pieces of cooked meat, swallowing them voraciously, and eating them in a stunning manner. In the middle of the stone house, there was a table of exquisite banquets, and dozens of powerful demons covered in armor were sitting upright, discussing something in a low voice.

A dark elf flapped his two small wings and smiled all over his face. He flew to him and looked at Zhao Hu, who looked at the depraved angel in suspicion, and said tentatively: "This is the Devil's House Tavern, which is specially opened for the Devil Lords to recruit warriors who have just flew out of the Devil Sea. May I ask the noble depraved warriors, what are you doing here?"

Zhao Hu suddenly realized, shrugged his shoulders and said, "I am also a fallen angel who has just flew out of the sea of ​​demons. Please give me some wine and meat!"

"The Fallen Angel Flying Out of the Sea of ​​Demons?" Even though the dark elf was knowledgeable, he was also thundered by this new term that he had never heard of.

Seeing Zhao Hu sitting down, the dark elf hurriedly flew into the bar, took a piece of ale and barbecue, held a wooden plate, sent it over attentively, and handed it to Zhao Hu, looking at the unique Zhao Hu in surprise.

The Demon House is jointly funded by the lords of the Demon World and set up a series of taverns on the edge of the Demon Grand Canyon. The purpose is to recruit new demon warriors every year to supplement the consumed combat power.

Zhao Hu stepped into only one of them. The dark elf has been nimble for three hundred years and has never seen a fallen angel flying up from the sea of ​​demons. It is amazing that you can imagine.

Zhao Hu couldn't wait to pick up the big glass of ale, which was a foamy drink similar to beer. After drinking it in one sip, a sour and astringent smell came into his taste buds, which almost made him squirt it out on the spot. He reluctantly swallowed it with a bitter face. He quickly grabbed the roasted pork leg and chewed it several times before he felt a little better.

The elf, flashed his wings, flew to the wine table in the middle, and told Zhao Hu about his strange situation. Dozens of armored demons stared at the fallen angel who was gnawing meat and drinking.

They are all the strength of second-level demon generals. They have followed their respective lords to traverse the demon world for hundreds of years. They have never heard of the sea of ​​demons that can hatch a fallen angel. A thought arises: That's a freak!

According to common sense, freaks have no future, because their innate genes determine the life of the demon. Their bloodline is impure and it is difficult to comprehend higher demonic power.

The demon generals looked at him coldly for a moment and ignored him directly, and no one was interested in recruiting him.

The dark elf looked at Zhao Hu with pity. The freak had seen several times in his long life. The ending was very tragic. Before he could go far, he was hunted by powerful monsters.

The Demon House is generous to the naked and penniless new demon warriors. In addition to providing free wine and meat for three days, they also give an additional set of light armor. Thinking of this, the elf hurriedly flew back, took out a set of armor, and gave it to Zhao Hu.

Zhao Hu thanked repeatedly, worried that it was inconvenient to walk around naked, so he hurriedly wore it. It was a cloth robe, decorated with steel armor pieces the size of a palm on his chest, back, knees, and shoulders, which could effectively resist certain injuries.

After wearing the entire battle uniform, Zhao Hu's image changed drastically. His long black hair was dispersed, and his long-lasting eyes flashed with confidence and powerful light. The dark demon wings attached to the battle robe. The handsome face showed a trace of sinister murderous aura, which was both the beauty of a depraved angel and the evil spirit of a demon warrior!

Most of the demon warriors ate meat and drank wine on their own. They agreed to the solicitation of various territories. The armor they obtained was medium-sized, with much better quality than Zhao Hu's, and there were also weapons such as swords, guns, swords, and halberds.

The elf is very kind-hearted and comforts Zhao Hu not to be sad about no one's recruitment. Walking in the demon world, try not to walk in remote paths, so as not to be harmed by the monsters rampant in the wilderness. Zhao Hu was very moved and thanked him repeatedly. However, he didn't care about no one's recruitment. If someone really recruited, he had to consider whether to join.

The words of the dark elf made Zhao Hu feel that although the demon world is still dark and terrifying, it has a little more humanity than a beast-like killing each other!

Suddenly, the door of the tavern was pushed open, and a vulgar old lich walked in sneakily. It could be seen that he was doing very badly. A black magician robe covered in mud was torn, revealing his gray-white skin, and there were not even a pair of shoes on his feet. He walked in.

As soon as he came in, the dark elf came up to him and frowned and said, "Respectable Grandpa Hudders, why are you here again? The wine and meat I gave you last time has made an exception. The owner has deducted all my wages, so you should leave."

The old lich Hudders smiled flatteringly and said, "A kind-hearted elf, how many days can I live, just give me a glass of ale to drink. If you have a balance of gold coins this month, you can give me another roasted pork leg. I'm almost starving to death!"
Chapter completed!